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Click here I stood beside my window today,
the one through where I first saw you,
standing beneath the old wooden archway
with the white latticework,
a delicate filigree of pine
carved on its broad posts.
You were young and strong,
with skin browned by the eastern sun
and eyes that promised mischief,
a smile that dared any and all,
and lightly calloused hands,
but a heart that was more so,
while I was shyness and reluctance
and ultimately inconsequence.
I stood there until the light turned grey,
until the raindrops came and curtained the window
with a latticework of tears,
a delicate filigree of remembered pain.
How careless of me to have left it open.
Again, I'm enchanted how your words paint a vivid mental image, making us the voyeurs of emotions, friends for a moment to understand the pain and add raindrop of easement to take it away to the rivers and oceans.
Thanks for sharing.